The morning sun broke over the horizon, casting its warm light over the pack lands as everyone buzzed with excitement for the upcoming Spring Festival. It was a time-honoured tradition in the pack—a celebration of renewal, unity, and hope. For Ava, it was also an opportunity to mend the fractured bonds between herself and the pack.
Lesley approached Ava in his usual stoic manner, but there was a softness in his gaze that wasn’t there before. “The festival is in two weeks,” he said, arms crossed over his chest. “I think it’s time you show the pack what you can do. I’m putting you in charge of the preparations.”
Ava blinked, startled. “Me? Are you sure that’s wise? I’m not exactly their favourite person.”
Lesley smirked. “Precisely why you need to do this. Besides, you won’t be doing it a
